• Quivering.
    Shaking.
    I am held in my spot.
    By the invisible forces of aching.

    Broken.
    Torn.
    I don't dare make a move.
    For my mind is airborne.

    Strangling.
    Chocking.
    On my lifes last moments.
    My sole death is stroking.

    Fear.
    Denial.
    I can't believe my eyes.
    So obscene and vial.

    Suffocating.
    Breathless.
    Nothing left for me .
    Stripped of all happiness.

    Pleading.
    Sacraficing.
    Now you know how I feel.
    When heartbreak takes it's reel.